I was just standing on the streetsthese people seemed to walk through me,stare across me like I wasn't here.The sun was really glaring;everyone was just doing their things, ignoring me—my lips twisted into a fading smile,every passing second was each eternity to meand somehow these moments I thought would last foreverwere just in the back of my head,replaying like a broken radio—as though in those whispers, telling methat forever doesn't exist and I needn't find it no moresince everything has its end,the paths we take in life maybe blocked by obstacles,but right now maybe the obstacle is myself.

I can't return from the dragging past,it's been devouring my everything since the month has gone byand it won't throw it up no more.

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